(once again my friend the funky beat has hold and we going on down to   The a.m. for you and your friend, sounds here tough on the ear, you   Know that, coming at you so loud and clear so you have no fear we got   The voice of the people’s choice, the man with the plan who’s got the   The groove that makes you move, take your body higher, set your soul   On fire, playing so dance to the beat and move your feet, top   Performers cold hardcore music deejays....)      (ego trip, ego trip, taking a train to the ego trip)      Pos:   Johnny fever, I won’t catch   I’m mr. shockin’ body rockin’ finger pop I never stop   That means I run it to the break   ’cause I’m a sugar blizzard   I’ll blow you like a chicken and stab you in your gizzard   Nah nah, let me back that up   I think I’ll freakin’ shoot ya   Parlay and smoke a l with my honey for the future   Man, I’m happy as can be ’cause I got my oe   Nah nah, let me back that up, let me back that up   Johnny fever, I won’t catch   I’m mr. shockin’ body rockin’ finger pop I never stop   That means I run it to the break   ’cause I’m a sugar blizzard   So when I come girls run the tongue like a lizard   Yo, my style was created from the tapes of boys and girls   Who had the second generation dubs of crews at harlem world   Like the fearless, the crush, the furious   Where I transform to the physical in the latin quarters   I was curious to how kris and scott blew the stage   Back then I didn’t know you kept the ego front page   I didn’t know you had to keep the ego front page   I didn’t know you had to keep the ego front page   I didn’t know you had to keep the ego front page   Like my man from black moon when he enters the stage   I didn’t know you had to keep the ego front page   I didn’t know you had to keep the ego front page      Dove:   I got seventeen kids who speak to peak rhythms   And they all know I didn’t come to make any sense   I heard mikey roads bust licks like   Hey ma, what’s for dinner? , spit cuss like a winner   Malibu down ’cause they can’t see the standard I clown   Bundles and bags is sniffin’ like   Dragons (ow) and dragons (oww!) and dragons (ooww!!)   Hit the pit stop on the corner ’cause I see brothers flaggin’   Party on the moon but first I gots to spoon   It’s wiggle your ass man, you made the jam jiggle like   Whoomp, not that, ain’t it? I hit the elephant   Damn, super lover man, your shit look thick   But first things first I’m gonna take it to the sea   The chattanooga champ is gonna take it to the sea   I’m the employer, you’re my employee   You gots to bust your ass for the cash money   Double on a bobo, mr bartender   Got to make this tree look pretty tonight   I’m on a kite, never trippin’ on the ego   You know how we go, if I had a million bucks   I’d go buy me an amigo, a house and a pinball machine   Slip myself some spanish fly and wet dream   Amazing how I zoom to the pervert mode   You wanna know why, you ask me why   (why you trippin’? ) (good love, good love)   You wanna know why, you ask me why   (why you trippin’? ) (good love, good love)   You wanna know why, you ask me why   (why you trippin’? ) (good love, good love)   Do you wanna know why, you ask me why      Pos:   Well you wanna know why, I’ll tell you why   Classic example of a date rape   Check the moves in the laces so the shoes won’t fake   Standing on the bread, honey take the moves to the head      Dove:   Nah nah nah, just sit to this permanent   ’cause I’m a never movin’, I clown it like   Get down, get down on the illegitimate   Yes I am the chattanooga   I know this girl named joelle, her mama drives a cougar      Pos:   Ay yo, I flaunt gets way beyond the bets   Little girl be cheesin’ when I’m twirling her barrettes   I’m entering through the centre in ’cause she sweats   Now her mister needs to see if my construction can be kept   I run it back to when I had millie in the sack   Where she did the nothing ’cause her father showed her something   I ain’t frontin’, I’m mashing all the comp ’cause I’m thorough   Like crack, that’s here to clear the inner city boroughs   But jump inside your mind so there’s no escapism   Yo, de la soul is here to stay like racism   You wack-ass rappers, they don’t take much to see   If you don’t sync with my mental   What the fuck makes you think you can touch me?    Well anyway, I’m levelling the masses, which gets me asses   Now tell me who be the tramp   Hey yo honey, what the fuck you riffin’ about?    Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out   Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out   Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out   Hey yo honey, what the fuck you riffin’ about?    Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out      (lesson three, lesson three, lesson three, lesson three)   (ego trip, ego trip, ego trip, ego trip)   (what you want, nigga, what you want)